Godfather Of Champions

Crouch is the highest height of the Forest team, but he does not need to return to the penalty area for corner kick defense, because Dunn is ready to counterattack after corner kick. Now that Pikwe is not there, he can only let Crouch with a header, which is still not too good, to be a guest central defender.

As the captain of the team, the central defender Terry, while running into the penalty area, clenched his fists to encourage his teammates: "Guys! Now they have the same number of people as ours, this is the best chance, don't waste it!"

Albertini also shouted to cheer up his teammates, but unfortunately his English level was slow, he could not speak long sentences, he could only shout some simple phrases and words: "Defend! Pay attention to your opponents! Press them!"

George Wood mingled in the crowd, staring firmly at the black man with pigtails in front of him. Pikwe is gone, and he takes for granted that Drogba is the target he needs to focus on in this corner kick defense. After entering the Super League and playing six games, Wood felt that he had almost no opponents physically, but Drogba made him feel difficult in this game. Wood knows that his skills are not good, so he never compares skills with his opponents, but values ​​physical confrontation. Because he thinks this is an important reason why he can be the main force in the Forest team.

Now he came across an opponent that made him feel a little strenuous. He didn't feel frustrated or scared, but made him feel a little excited. An eager passion was eager to move deep in his heart. He was eager to have a face with this **** guy. Contest-Pikwe mainly defends Drogba in front of him. He is on the side to assist. In addition, Drogba is a forward, and he is in the same position as the central defender. Wood does not have a good chance.

Now that Pique is not there, the opportunity is here...

He leaned forward hard. Drogba, who felt someone sticking behind him, twisted his body and hit Wood's chest with his elbow. The ball has to be replaced by an experienced veteran player, who has already fallen to the ground and installed it. But how does Wood care so much? He took Drogba's action as a response to his own challenge, so he went up again without showing weakness.

Drogba felt that the pressure had not disappeared, but had increased sharply, knowing that the other party was fighting with himself. So he shrugged his shoulders, hoping to squeeze Wood out of his place.

Wood didn't use his hand, but he wanted to squeeze in front of Drogba, stuck in position to prevent Drogba from jumping and catching the ball.

But he didn't take advantage in the physical confrontation, and Drogba stuck in front of him firmly, not giving way.

The entanglement between the two quickly attracted the attention of the referee. He whistled for Joe Cole to stop the corner kick, then ran to the goal, pointed at Drogba and George Wood, and waved his hands to separate them.

"Pay attention to your actions!" Ball warned them severely.

Drogba expressed his grievance that Wood had hit him first. And George Wood stared at Drogba, turning a blind eye to Boll next to him. Of course, the two were indeed separated... separated by a distance of about two fingers.

After warning the two, Ball retreated and ran out of the penalty area, and then he signaled Joe Cole to kick off.

Boll had just left, and Drogba and Wood posted them again, but their movements didn't look as intense as before, and they worked hard in secret...

With a whistle, Joe Cole made a run-up, sent a flat and fast ball, and went straight to the corner of the goal-where Drogba was!

The two took off almost at the same time, but Drogba leaned back a little when he took off. George Wood, who was unsuspecting about this, was pressed by Drogba, unable to do so, and jumped. Not high, let alone compete with opponents.

With the ball in front of his forehead, Drogba, without interference, shook his head and attacked the goal!

This time the goal post didn't stand beside Darren Ward again, and the football went into the net from the close corner!

"ItsGOOOOOOAL!!! Beautiful! Chelsea's unremitting efforts finally paid off! They evened the score when they entered injury time with four minutes left in the first half! Terrible Drogba! They were playing against George Wood. Completely prevailed in the confrontation, beast!"

After scoring, Drogba didn't even have the interest to look back at the loser. He opened his arms and rushed to the corner flag to hug him with Joe Cole, who was the main attacker. Chelsea players swarmed behind him.

The Chelsea goal in the away grandstand fists frantically in the drizzle. At the beginning of the game, they were sentenced to a penalty kick and a red card was sent off. Now that the score has been equalized, they can finally exhale.

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"Fuck!" Dunn, who was angry because of losing the ball, kicked the mineral water bottle by his feet.

The water bottle just fell to the side of the Chelsea coach's command area. The "bang" shocked Mourinho who was celebrating the goal, and the spray of water splashed his pants...

Of course Dunn didn't see where the water bottle ended up, because he turned around and walked to the coaching bench after he finished his kick.

Mourinho was obviously dissatisfied with Dunn's doing this. He thought Dunn was deliberately provoking, so he kicked the water bottle back!

The feet of the two coaches are really good, Dunn kicked to Mourinho's feet, Mourinho also kicked back to Dunn's feet. With another "bang", Dunn found that the water bottle he had just kicked out had returned to his feet. He was a little surprised, and then he heard someone shouting from behind.

He turned around and saw Mourinho's unhappy expression, pointing at him and saying something, but at this time the stadium was too noisy and he couldn't hear anything.

The cheers of the away fans and the boos of the home fans are intertwined. The ghost can hear Mourinho's translation.

So he put his hand to his ear and tilted his head in an inaudible gesture. This is even more of a naked provocation by Mourinho-pretending to be deaf? !

"Look at what happened on the sidelines?" The commentator's voice sounded more excited and high-pitched than when Drogba scored. "Mourinho and Tony Dunn! It seems that something happened between these two men. Something...Let’s see the replay...beautiful! Tony Dunn turned around and volleyed for the Forest team to take the lead! But soon Mourinho immediately returned the color with a curve ball! 1:1, both sides temporarily It's a tie! This is a really exciting game from the sidelines to the sidelines!"

Just when the head coaches of both sides were about to steal the limelight of the scoring players, the fourth official finally stepped forward and intervened between the two arrogant head coaches and severely warned them: "Please pay attention to your identities, gentlemen! You are! The head coach of the team must set the correct example for the players on the field!"

"Of course, I'm showing my players how to get the ball into the opponent's gate." Dunn cocked his mouth, shrugged, and said nonchalantly.

"Mr. Tony Dunn..."

"Yes, I am also telling my players how to effectively equalize the score. As you can see, I did play a correct role model. Mr. Fourth Official." Mourinho showed no weakness, staring at Tang. En responded.

"Mr. Jose Mourinho!" The fourth official felt a headache when he encountered two of the most personal coaches in the league. He had to resort to his assassin, "I warn you again! This is a game. You are the head coach, please pay attention to what impact your words and deeds will have! I hope you remain restrained and calm, otherwise, I have to ask the head referee to bring the two to the stands together!" He pointed to the crowds Red grandstand.

This threat was very effective. Both of them were honest-at least on the surface-when they came down, they spread their hands and signaled that they would not be entangled anymore.

"Very well, I hope you will cooperate with my work. Now, please return to your own positions."

Dunn glanced at Mourinho, turned and walked back. Mourinho turned around with him at the same time, walked back with open arms and continued to celebrate Drogba's goal with the people on the coaching bench and the bench. In the quarrel with Dunn again, he was not disadvantaged, and his team evened the score on the court. In a good mood, he even wanted to deliberately express his excitement in front of his opponents, deliberately angry with Dunn.

As soon as Dun En walked back to the coach's bench, his face became gloomy, more gloomy than the sky that was raining lightly.

"Damn! Bastard! I knew... I knew something would happen! We were beaten by Chelsea for twenty-five minutes, and we couldn't figure it out!"

"Tony, there are about six minutes left before the end of the first half including the stoppage time." Chris Lak reported the time.

"Hmm...remind the players to play according to the original rhythm and don't be affected by the loss of the ball." Dunn slid into the chair. He left it to the assistant coach to do this. Now he is in a bad mood, afraid Instead, it affected the players. "We... make adjustments during the intermission..."

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Others were attracted by the confrontation between the two coaches on the sidelines, but George Wood was still sitting on the wet ground, watching the Chelsea people cheering and celebrating.

In the clash with Drogba, he lost. That kind of feeling...It's as if my heart is suddenly empty. The team's efforts were put to waste because of his own failure. He didn't show anything on the surface, but he didn't feel well inside. He felt that he had not completed the task, and he must have disappointed his mother who was watching the game broadcast at home.

At this time, a person walked over and stretched out his hand. This is a hand wearing the captain's armband.

"Get up, the game is not over yet."

Wood did not take Albertini's hand, but chose to stand up by himself.

"George, things like frustration and frustration, wait until you really lose the game. Let's continue." Albertini patted George Wood's broad and sturdy shoulders and walked to the middle circle with him.

Wood said nothing, but he nodded.

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